Wintersouls

Lifetimes wasted
Gaping at blank walls;
Our minds swirl but
No
coherent thoughts
form -

A crystal mannequin
Smiles her mischievous smile;
She seems to know what she wants;
The bitch,
we hope she rots in hell.

Growing weak and tired...
We collapse violently on the floor;
Idle,
hopeless
and helpless,
Our eyes stare at the ceiling,
wandering...

The enchantress calls out to us -
"Come and stay for a while,
We have so much catching up to do;"
Her tentacles wrap all around our bodies;
We scream for
our dear lives...

The telephone rings
But we hear no sound;
We are alone as always,
Waiting patiently
for the coming winter
to claim our souls once again.